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14Jun/100

Dear Diary – Chapter 22

13/06-2010 17:57

Dear diary,

I know I have been quiet lately but when there is only a few things on your mind which I have already written about. Sus's death is still on my mind, but I have no more tears. Just regret, really. School is being annoyingly slow and I can slowly see the summer vacation creep in on us and the amazing week with Malene. Occasionally, however, my entire sexuality "situation" kind of pops into my head, mostly because it is summer and girls are dressing in some quite.. interesting clothes. As a teenager, I can really feel their appearance "impress" me and "affect" me in certain ways. I don't know if I can say that less indirectly - but I haven't felt any desire to do anything after Sus, so I feel that it is kind of a step forward in coping of her loss. Yes, I get horny again and I look at all the hot summery girls and it gives me fantasies I wish I could fulfill. I think I might have been a bit too apparent in me looking at them, because Malene have started commenting on girls as they go by, mostly in a superficial way -- like "She looks great in that" or "She looks like a snob". I really wish I could tell her who I really am, but I suppose it doesn't really matter as long as she is my friend. Could just be great to, ya know, be accepted as who you are.

23May/102

Dear Diary – Chapter 21

Since certain morons cannot read, I will just go right ahead and tell you: This is in the STORIES category - i.e. IT IS PURELY FICTION. ANOTHER GIVE AWAY WOULD BE THE FACT THAT IT IS A CHAPTER!

That is all.

23/05-2010 02:25

Dear diary,

Every time I am left alone and while not doing anything to occupy my mind, I start to think about Sus. I cannot grasp the concept of death. My mind is trying to ease me into it and just making me imagine it like she moved far away and that I will never see her again -- that she isn't really gone. The very idea that someone so special to you is suddenly gone and the fact that I will never be able to see her again saddens me to no end. It makes me cry. It makes me become negative and I just cannot see a light at the end of the tunnel from this. Like it will never get better.

I can only think that this was probably how Sus felt. Unable to change her life and nothing to look forward to. It kind of gives me a bit of solace to think that I might understand why she did it. When I reached that realization, it felt like I suddenly felt a lot better. I can't exactly understand why, it just felt like it clicked. Like an equation suddenly making sense. I lay restless a lot lately, not able to sleep until at least 4 in the morning and being unable to get out of bed. I know my mother is getting worried so she is kind of just being supportive and not very pushy for me to get things done. I heard her tell my dad that she have no idea what to do with me, other than give me support and time.

I showed mother the suicide letter. I just kind of gave it to her without saying anything and then leaving again, hopefully telling her that I have no idea how to talk about and that I probably don't want to. She haven't said anything about it, which is probably for the best - but I felt she deserved to know what was going on since she had helped me out with the letter.

Anyway, it's been absolutely beautiful outside in the last couple of days. I think it hit 28 degrees today, so Malene and I have just been out enjoying it. We have been walking around town, mostly just trying to get a tan but also chatting a bit. We were trying to decide what to do in the week where she is still at home. We decided to stay at my place all week, so she is bringing her covers and clothes, so it'll be like a small trip for her. But what we have so far is:
Monday: Depending on weather, go swimming. Afterwards go see a movie in the cinema. We'll figure out which one later on.
Tuesday: Go shopping in the mall. Should be loads of fun. Afterwards just crash at my place and watch a few movies or whatever comes up.
Wednesday: Go visit Sus' grave. This saddened me a bit but I think it will be a great to get some kind of closure. It was Malene's idea and I feel kind of bad for not having suggested it myself. Afterwards we'll go and see the guy's from our class play football. Just to cheer them on.
Thursday: Malene suggested we should try and get some drinks and just drink at my place. Might be fun! I asked if we she should invite someone and she said "Not necessarily, it'll just be us having fun while being drunk!".
Friday: Nothing really, go watch another movie in the cinema and see where the night takes us.
Saturday and Sunday: We haven't decided yet, but we have a good and packed schedule so far.

Discussing this plan made me feel great again and full of life. But alas, as I came home and Malene wasn't around, I sank into my hole again. I have been trying to sleep for the last 5 hours. Malene stopped answering my texts 2 hours ago so I am just mindlessly sitting on the internet but nothing can keep my attention for long.

Good night, diary.

10May/100

Dear Diary – Chapter 18

09/05-2010 15:33

Dear diary,

I just returned from Sus' funeral. It was a nightmare. A nightmare that has just begun. During the entire ceremony, Sus' parents sat there with a stone cold face, as if it wasn't even their daughter. Thankfully, the catholic priest did a great job, reminding us all just how great a person Sus was - what she have added to our life and that it was sad that she felt she must depart so early. Despite crying the entire ceremony, my eyes were focused on Sus' parents, who I blamed for her death. The only reason I can probably write this, is because I might destroy something if I do not. I have to vent and also because I received something, which I think Sus' father did not want me to see.

Sus' mother came over to me after the ceremony and handed me an envelope. She had tears in her eyes and told me, that she had to respect Sus' last wish and that she just wanted the best for her daughter. The envelope had been opened, so I assume that she have read it. The envelope contains her suicide letter. One specifically written to me. I will attempt to translate it the best I can, dear diary. It will not be now, however. Some other day.

9May/100

Dear Diary – Chapter 17 – Guest Story

(This is written by Jessica, a good friend of mine)

09/05-2010 01:34

Dear Diary,

With all the stress and emotions that have been plaguing me lately, I thought it might be nice to share a happy story. I'm going to tell you about my first pet.

Her name was Darla, she was a Greyhound (they don't agitate mom's allergies), the runt of the litter and not considered even worth raising until mom and dad found her. Darla had such a nice white and caramel-coloured coat; it always felt like silk. She was about 3 years old when I was born, very well behaved and always so gentle with me, even when I was a baby. Every day when I would return from school she would always be sitting on her bed, tail wagging furiously, just waiting for me to let her come and greet me. She would cover my face in kisses and rub her head against my neck and face, getting her scent back on me.

I remember one day, I was about 7 years old, mom and dad didn't close the back door properly. Darla went outside and got through a hole in the fence so she could follow me to school! She followed me as I walked and got there right as I did. My teacher had to call my dad to have him take Darla home. Everyone who was around at school took the opportunity to come over and pet her and give her love before they let dad take her back home, though. Poor dad, he ended up being late to work that day but I think he really enjoyed seeing all of us so happy to be able to play with Darla before school.

After that my friends wanted to come over to my house more often just to see her and play with her--she always loved playing "Fetch" with us, she could play it all day I think. That was when Sus started coming over to my house more often; Malene came over a couple times but she was still very shy and quiet back then and not very social.

She ended up passing away peacefully in her sleep at the ripe old age of 13, and she suffered from very few health problems before her death. We knew her time was coming near the end, she was moving very slowly, had slight hearing and vision problems, and would get out of breath fairly easily in her last weeks. I'm so glad we were all able to make peace with her and show her how much she was loved before she died. Dad buried her in the back yard beneath her favourite tree that she loved sleeping under, so she will always be with us. We still keep a picture of her in the family room.

I hope to share more happy memories with you as I recall them, Diary.

18Apr/102

Dear Diary – Chapter 14

18/04-2010 06:35

Dear diary,

I just returned from the hospital after a rather eventful evening. I better start where I left you off. I have been trying to get a hold of Sus but have, so far, been unlucky. The letter thing have been nagging me a lot and I was constantly nervous. I almost jumped last time I heard my phone ring, I am that nervous about this. Malene tried to calm me and keep my head focused on what's going on instead of what might have happened. I invited her around for the planned "birthday party" I was having this weekend - but obviously she'd be there. She always is. It makes me feel warm and smiley just thinking about it. I assure her, constantly, that I am there for her too - so maybe I have found someone who is sticking around through thin and thick. Friday, right after school, we went shopping and just sat at a café, enjoying the amazing weather spring have given us. There have been a lot of talk about the big cloud of sulfur coming towards us, which have closed down all the airports in the country. I spent quite a bit of my birthday money on some new running shoes, because I have pretty much worn mine down, as well as some outfits for the coming summer - bathing suit, shorts, t-shirts, bras, the works. Malene bought herself some refreshing summer outfits as well, which looks amazing on her - like a cold summer breeze on a warm summer day. I am so poetic. Anyway, as we were sitting at a café, relaxing our feet, I received a text message from Martin asking me about Sus. He had heard that her parents were out of town, again, and if she was with us. I said she wasn't, but that he should respond back if he sees her. Malene suggested calling to her house, which I did - but no answer. She should be done being home schooled, but she might have run for it as soon as she had the chance.

We went home to me and ordered some take out, as it was my birthday. Yummy food was to be had! After that my mother drove us to the cinema to watch Kick-Ass - which was amazing. You know, I never really like those romantic flicks or boring dramas - neither does Malene. Probably just the teenager speaking. Malene ended up sleeping here, which she pretty much does every weekend. She is like a roommate for weekends only. I love it. I have loosened up a lot around her, so I can walk around naked, without it bothering me at all and so can she - not that we do it but there is only one bathroom and not enough time in the world to take turns. Saturday was spent just cozying it. The weather went from great to dull in a night, so we just sat around, watching TV. I was writing rewriting the letter to the school on my computer and Malene helped me a bit with it. She had a tendency to lean her upper body against my head, which I loved. It's soft and warm .. but I can't explain why exactly it's nice. Eventually I received a text message.

Martin had written that there was going to be a party at his house and that Sus was with him. I smiled, because I was happy to at least hear from Sus. A compliment from Malene caught me off-guard "You should smile more often, it brightens the world.". I shrugged it off, but smiled to her and thanked her for the compliment and returned it. Malene obviously wanted to go to that party and I figured we didn't really have anything planned and it was a chance to talk to Sus. I wasn't going to drink, however, as I kind of wanted to discuss this letter to the school with her, so she can finally come out of this nightmare. She'll probably be drunk, though. Malene and I agree to show up as early as possible. Malene started drinking as we got dressed and put on a bit of make-up. I love how silly she gets, just blabbering away and how loving she gets, always trying to hug or cuddle you. Like a cute cat trying to get your attention. She was a bit buzzed as we left for Martin's house.

Party was, obviously, already going when we arrived. We went our round, saying hello to everyone and me mostly scouting for Sus. Martin came up to me and said that it probably wasn't for the best if we talked to Sus. I, a bit puzzled at this remark, asked why. He said he didn't know but that Sus had told him to tell me. She is really drunk, he finished and went back to a room. I assumed that's where she was hiding up. Malene had started the drinking and I really had no idea where to put myself, now that the one chance I had with Sus was gone. She is angry with me because of the letter, I just knew it. I decided to wait it out and maybe eventually approach her as she came out. I positioned myself near the room, Martin entered.

Several times, throughout the night, people came over to me and randomly handed me a drink, with a comment similar to "You are dangerously sober, here, take this". I handed it off to Malene when she came over to say hi and she happily took care of those drinks for me - thanking me with a big hug. I thought I heard some muffled noises from the room as well as some kissing sounds. I just assumed she might have passed out from the drinking but eventually I also heard moaning, both from a girl as well as a man. My interest was piqued - mainly because of the interest of what the hell is going on with Sus - but I didn't act on it. I told Malene when she came over again and she just started laughing manically, then went outside. I had no idea why. It was nearing 2 am before someone emerged from the room. It was Sus, lurking out from the darkness within. She looked like a mess, her hair was all over the place, her make up smudged, her top barely on her, obviously no bra. She went quickly for the toilet and I followed her, standing outside the door.

What happened next was the hardest moment in my life. After Sus came out, she spotted me and jumped right into me, slapping me right on the cheek. She was yelling but all I could hear was a constant ringing and felt tears rushing to my eyes. I was caught off-guard. As I regained the ability to hear, she was screaming about what I was thinking about, fucking her life over like that. That her parents knew everything and that she is now forced to live life quickly. I couldn't quite grasp what she meant but another slap sent me back into the wall, smacking my head hard against it - mainly because of the shock. She grabbed me by my top and shook me, her crying - me crying and without knowing what the hell was going on. My head kept banging against the wall. I decided to run for it, but the shaking had made my balance hell. I fell and I do not remember what happened right after, other than a lot of noise, a growing headache as well as a wet feeling erupting from my head. Faint images of being laid down on a moving bed, the interior of what looked like a box with 2 giants inside, trying to make sure I stay awake but sleeping was so tempting. Following the light I couldn't do, my eye lids were so heavy. I fell asleep.

I woke up, laying in a bed. I saw someone sitting next to me out of the corner of my eye but it hurt when I tried to turn my head but also that there was a physical hindrance. The room was spinning, my eyes were constantly out of focus. I felt without energy, I could barely lift my arms. Suddenly I heard the person talking. I am going to write out what I remember, because it matters: "I am 14 years old and my parents took away my life. They locked me up in my room and I was only allowed outside when we were to eat or be together as a family. My computer is gone. My mobile they took away. The only other person I see other than my parents is the private tutor, who is an old man set in his old ways with tight discipline. Every time I look at my parents, I am filled with disgust and hate. That is not a healthy way to look at your parents. My dad keeps preaching the value of Christ to me, how he forgives me even though I have sinned but I will always be a sinner in his eyes. My mother's vague nods while her tears flow as she watches from behind. I thought it was horrible. Then your letter came. They knew everything. The parties, how I sneaked out, Martin, drinking, talking to you. They really hate you, you know? Someone hating such a good hearted person like you, I couldn't believe it - but I was angry at you, but not because of you. Because of them, my parents. I wanted to destroy what beauty I have left in my life. The life I live one day a week. I moved way too fast for my comfort, fucked Martin right there while I was almost passed out drunk. He took my virginity with a grunt. I felt disgust, I felt .. like dying - getting the ultimate peace, you know? My parents say I am a lost cause. After tonight, after having fucked for my first time and after having destroyed the prettiest thing I know - I know I am lost. I am sorry. I hope you can forgive me because I cannot."

I tried to speak but my mouth was so dry that my lips wouldn't even move, my head was heavy. I was crying. She wasn't. I could feel how she have given up and there is nothing I can do. She left the room.

I came home about 2 hours later. I was fully awake, I had suffered a bit of whiplash as well as hit my head pretty hard when I hit the floor. I had one of those protective neck casts on as well as a bandage covering my head. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked like someone who had been in a boxing match. I told my mother a bit about what happened, what I could recall. I asked where Malene was and she said she was asleep in my room. I thanked her and gave her a gentle hug. I didn't think more about what Sus said, but I hope I can catch up to her today - sunday.. when I have had some sleep. I am now going to cuddle Malene because I really need it. She fell asleep with all her clothes on, so so will I.

Good morning, diary.

29Mar/100

Dear Diary – Chapter 11

25/03-2010 16:54

Dear diary,

I am having problems with keeping you update as of late. Hopefully thing should slow down soon enough, so we can go back to the boring "This is how my day went". But I promised you to continue on my tales from this weekend.

As I wrote, me and Sus were standing outside the party. It looked like she was about to cry. I offered her my jacket, which she took, then smiled at me. I asked her what was going on and as always, she just shrugged. She is so obviously out of it, yet still doesn't want to say why. I went in to get her a soda, then came out. She was sitting against the wall now, looking a bit stronger. She had a few tears on her cheeks. Like someone who just realized that everything is alright, after all. I sat down next to her, giving her the soda. She said I knew her so well and gave me a little hug. She started talking. She said that Martin didn't feel comfortable about what her parents were doing and was trying to push the relationship ahead to the actual.. fucking, as she delightfully said. She giggled a bit at her use of word. Again, we were crossing into a field I know nothing about, so I just let her talk. She continued by saying that she said she wasn't sure about it and that it was too early for her. Martin kept pressuring her and as he got more drunk, he even tried to grope on her and put his hand down her underwear, while muttering that he would love to have "that hot girlfriend of yours join in". Meaning me. I blushed a bit at that, my mind suddenly thinking what that would be like. Sus pulled me back to reality with a sob and I just held an arm around her, hugging her gently. She hugged back and said thank you, that she felt a lot better now. I said I wish I could help somehow. She then asked me if I had wanted to pursue any of the guys in there. She said she was talking to a guy who really wanted my phone number, then she described her. It was the exact guy who had been staring at me all day. Apparently his name was Simon. I told her how he had just been staring at me all day and that he made me feel very uncomfortable. What a creep, she replied and then shrugged at it. Then asked if there was absolutely no one I was interested in. I opened my mouth, without knowing what to say, but then Malene came out with 3 drinks handed them to us. I tried it, a sweet raspberry flavor, which I gulped down quickly. I coughed when the after taste of spirits hit me. The others laughed at me, I blushed. This was my first, proper, alcoholic drink and I liked it. I loosened up, too.

We went inside, Sus tried to keep to me and Malene and just eyed Martin from a distance. I think he could feel how badly he messed up, because he didn't do much at all but have a sad look in his eyes. Malene asked me to come to get some more drinks.. little did I know about the game I was about to walk into. As we walked up to the bar, I vaguely saw a sign that said "Free drinks for kissing girls". Before I thought about it, Malene had pressed her lips tenderly against mine, I was shocked - but suppose I should have seen it coming. The guys hanging out in the bar was hooting at it and drinks were poured once again. Malene smiled at me when the kiss was broken and whispered "Three". I smiled back and nodded, flushed and blushing still. I took the drinks and tried to find Sus. She wasn't where she were before. I told Malene that we should find her - she agreed. She, too, have noticed that Sus is a bit out of it.

She was impossible to find. Martin was gone as well, so we asked around. They just said they saw them take off together but no one knew where. I called Martin but he didn't answer. Nothing we could do but stay here and be available when she returned. Malene kept coming with drinks. Apparently they were still free a couple of hours after we kissed, so we cheered to that. I quickly got slightly drunk, since I was unexperienced and decided it was best I just sat in a couch where my balance skills wouldn't be put to a test. Malene was very "loving" and just sat closed to me, almost cuddling against me. We just talked drunkenly, something about couches if I remember correctly. I, again, noticed the guy who had been staring at me. He sat with his phone in his hand and just as I noticed, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out, half hoping it would be Sus or Martin. It was an unknown number with the message "Are you having fun?" I looked up and he smiled at me. I half-smiled at him, pocketed the phone, took Malene by the arm and dragged her off to the toilet.

I told her what was going on, about the guy who had kept staring at him. All she said was "Is he cute?". I almost freaked out because I have no idea how to handle this situation. I am not even remotely interested and I don't have the sexuality to even pursue it! I told her that I wasn't interested at all but I have no idea how to handle it.

See, diary, I am having difficulties keeping you up to date. This entry was made the 25th and it is now the 28th and I am still not done explaining what happened! Please be patient with me, dear diary.

What happened next was.. interesting to me. I was walking back and forth in the toilet, just muttering to myself, trying to get all my thoughts straight. Suddenly I felt Malene come up behind me, push me against the wall, turn me around and kiss me, once again, deeply right on the lips. She didn't break the kiss right away as before, but I just enjoyed it, I must admit. I felt something wet against my cheek and broke the kiss. She whispered to herself "Four" and half-smiled. She was crying, I noticed. I asked her what was wrong, she said something I will remember to this day. I tend to try to be "perfect" in a way - know everything, always stay calm, see everything from more than one perspective. It's just the way I was brought up and I think that is why I am popular because I seem to have everything going as I want it to .. if only they knew. But Malene stated that she knew that a kiss would leave me silent, which I needed but also that she was scared because this was the first time she had seen me actually freaking out. I brought her in for a tight hug but didn't know what to say. She held around me and sniffed in. We both felt a bit sobered up. Then I said: "Let's just take every minute as it comes and stop thinking too far ahead". She nodded and smiled. I could never get tired of that smile. I began thinking about how much Malene have changed and all it "took", was for her to start running, to hang out more with me and Sus disappearing. I think she might have felt that she needed to step up to replace Sus .. which is both a scary and good thought. We still haven't heard from Sus. Maybe she agreed to what Martin proposed, maybe they are breaking up, maybe they have gone for a walk.. no one knew. I was going to be ready when she needed me, that is what mattered at the moment. Malene and I went out, after another hug, to get another couple of drinks. They were still just handing them out, but as I watched them mix it, I noticed they did half and half.  I told Malene this and she didn't seem to care. "Gets you drunker faster" she said with a wink while gulping the drink down. I couldn't argue against that. We found a table to sit at while I constantly looked at the door, hoping for Sus to come in.

As time went and the drinks were emptied, I saw the weird guy once again look at me. He was sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand. He was pretending to talk to someone but most of the guys up there were with their backs to him, pretty much just ignoring him. I then saw him pick up his phone and then I just thought "No no no. What to do?" I looked at Malene, who was just sitting there with a half smile on, trying to figure out how to sit on her chair without falling down. I helped her to sit up properly, she thanked me with a smile that left me a bit weak in the knees - why am I such a sucker for smiles?! - but it resulted in her leaning against me, giggling like a lunatic. I held around her as I felt my phone vibrate. Malene felt it too, grabbed the phone and looked at it. "It's him, let's give him a show for it - maybe that'll get him to back off". I didn't know what she meant before she started kissing me, again. I just leaned into it and enjoyed it, her soft lips and all that. Just thinking about it makes my lips tingle. She put her hand on my breast as well and squeezed. I blushed, but didn't mind - the liquor was controlling me and I didn't mind. I just leaned into it. Malene later told me she had winked to him and he had left the room in a hurry. We broke the kiss and I almost couldn't sit on my chair now. I also noticed that mostly everyone at the bar was having a good stare. I smiled at them, red in my face. Malene smiled and said "Five, had enough now?". I didn't know what to answer to that, sadly. I want it to continue but .. to her, it's most likely just fun. Am I having a crush on Malene? I don't know, everything is all too confusing - especially when you can't think properly with booze. I just smiled and that was answer enough to her, as she smiled back with a grin. I never checked what he had written on the phone, now that I think about it. Aaaand now I just deleted the message. Hopefully I won't hear anything from him.

After that .. make out session, I felt very hot so we went outside. I think Malene knew what was the reason as I heard her giggling from behind me. We came outside and saw Sus standing with Martin out on the street. I waved to her, but she didn't notice me. Malene said that she looked alright and happy, so maybe we should just go home - I agreed with her, the booze was getting me sleepy. I yelled to Sus that we were going home and she just waved. Hopefully she is okay. At home, we just crashed right away in my bed. I woke up with Malene cuddling me once again.

Nothing interesting have been happening in the last week. I haven't heard from Sus, but I suppose her tutoring have started. I had somehow hoped that her parents would see what the hell they were doing to their child, but apparently not. I started writing on the letter, about what happened at the party as she went away, that we went looking for her, called Martin etc., but also about that we were considering trying to ally with the school and the county about what her parents were doing. I wanted to tell it to her at the party, but she was just too absent minded.. she must have a lot going in her head, Martin, her parents, her social life going down the drain. Poor girl. I sent the letter today (29/03-2010) and hopefully it will go directly to her. She will be the only one home in the morning, except the tutor, so that is what I am hoping for.

Malene and I hung out in the weekend, with her sleeping at my place. We were running a lot of the day, because she is really really into loosing some weight. I admire her, I must admit. She has proven to keep pushing herself, both socially but also by exercising. 7 days a week, with 3 hours a day in the weekend. I was, admittedly, very tired after the weekend.

This concludes this entry. It is now 29/03-2010 13:47. Time to go running with Malene.

15Mar/100

Dear Diary – Chapter 4

15/03-2010 22:03

Dear diary,

Remember last time, me and Sus were talking about her having the hots for a guy? Well, I just received a rather interesting text message. Apparently after our chat, she decided that it was better to just be direct instead of playing all of those tip-toe games. I, mentally, applauded her for it and thought about how great it would be, if everyone was more direct. It certainly would help my situation. She, also, finally said who it was. Martin, a guy who is in the same class as us - he actually sit right next to Sus so this will either make or break the relationship. From the text message, it sounds like it made a relationship. After she had walked me home, she apparently went around to his house and asked to talk to him. They went for a walk, she said she is interested in him. He said that he thought he had felt the signals but was unable to act on them, as she found her quite intimidating. Quite cute, if you ask me. Apparently they kissed a bit and she is just one big smiley face. Awesome to hear. I kind of envy her happiness. She must have truly felt accepted after that kiss. I know it tingled on mine, when I read it.

Something interesting happened at school, by the way. I didn't mention it earlier, since I just recalled it. It was Malene. She came over to me and said I looked troubled. I smiled to her and shrugged it off, said it was just the stress of school-work and trying to keep your chin up constantly. She smiled at me, what a great smile, and I couldn't help but give her a hug and say thank you for it, though. She seemed rather surprised, but kept smiling. It must have taken her a lot of courage to grab me while alone and ask me such a serious, personal question. I told her she could come to me, if there was anything troubling her - obviously. Maybe I can help her? Help her how, though - I don't know. Maybe she is happy being who she is.

I better go get the last bit of homework done. 'till next time, dear diary.

15Mar/100

Dear Diary – Chapter 3

15/03-2010 13:35

Dear diary,

School is done for the day, snow is melting, the sun is shining and I feel a smile appear on my lips whenever I sniff in the air. It's a beautiful world we live in, yet some people still decide that it is best to make it ugly. It is sad to look at or even think about. I walked home with Sus and we took a big de-tour, just to enjoy the nature. She complimented my hair, saying it looks even better in the sun. I smiled at her and gave her a spontaneous hug for it, she hugged back. I could feel on her, that she wanted to say something else so I let go. I think she could feel something about me, too. She started talking, saying she have been very attracted to a guy at school but she didn't know how to go from there. The outspoken, almost a bit angry, Sus didn't know how to talk to guys. I smiled at it, because I thought she would be the one who would know everything about it.

I can share most things with Sus so I did not feel bad when I said I have no experience myself. She nodded, almost like it came as a shock to her. I suppose I am a bit shocked as well, but for other reasons. I am quite a popular girl, one who likes to help and the guys got a good eye to me, at least I think so. Notice so.

Anyway, I started just spouting out logic, spiced with a bit of what I could gather from books and TV shows; get their phone number, show an interest in them, try to chat with them, open up to them, smile to them. As we walked, she just kept nodding till I was done talking. Then she stopped, breathed in and then said: "But what if he doesn't notice the signals I am sending him? Because I have tried a few of those things, texted him, smile to him. It is like he doesn't care that I exist or anything." I assured her, that that was probably not the case. Let time decide what will happen. I almost didn't believe it myself when I said it but I was inexperienced in it and all we could do is assume and reassure each other. We are still young, you know?

She smiled to me and gave me another hug before we went on home.

I wanted to tell her at least a little of my secret so badly, because I know it will help.. but I could not. I simply couldn't.

I will now go exercise, little diary. You will soon hear more.

14Mar/100

Dear Diary – Chapter 2

14/03-2010 03:48

Dear diary,

I am sorry to wake you up at this hour, but I cannot sleep anymore. I just woke up with a kind of excitement from the things I am going to tell you. This might sound silly, but it is something that have been on my heart for a long time and every time I try to tell someone about it, they do or act differently to what I had hoped. Usually with prejudice and misunderstanding - so I have kept the cards close to my body and not said a word to anyone. Yes, what could it be, that I want to tell you? I will tell you soon.

I might as well get up now and start the day early. Sundays, that means homework, homework and fun! Maybe I should call Sus and annoy her a bit.

Good night, diary.

14Mar/104

Dear Diary – Chapter 1

13/03-2010 23:39

Dear diary!

I am not good at these things. Hello there, hi! Smile and wave, look smug and sneak away with book under arm. Oh well.

Introduction first:

Hello there, diary. I bought you because I have a lot on my head that I feel that I cannot share with other people. Don't worry, glittery book of secrets, I do not want to kill anyone! :) It is nothing like that. It is something I am afraid that will make people judge me without knowing me. But, as I said! Introductions! I am 14 years old. I am Danish. Yes, why am I writing in English to you? Because it is a great way to learn a language. I am pretty formidable at the grand language of English..ing - but it doesn't hurt to keep it up. Maybe I will write in Spanish to you, when I start in the gymnasium or whatever I decide to go to? :) Also. I am a girl. I am quite ordinary, really. I quite like myself, for who I am - open minded, a present to the generation as my parents tell me. I got brownish hair, kind of bordering a bit on the red side. It's a bit long but doesn't go further down than my shoulders and I usually fluff it up to make it a bit interesting looking. What else to write about.. I like school, like so few now a days. They do not like to learn, I tell you - they just want the social aspects of the school, which I really can't blame them. I do fairly well on my tests.

I have a rumbling thought in the back of my head. How much should I share to my diary? I read somewhere that you shouldn't write down anything you are afraid will come back and haunt you, if someone figured it out or redefine who you are when you are dead. But if I can't be sincere to my diary, then who can I be to? I have just decided to be 100 percent truthful to you, dear diary. Oh, glittery. I suppose the first chapter in any book is good for introductions. I have introduced me. My name is not important, but it is a great name, one I will never depart of!

My (closest) friends!:

Susan - My best friend since I started in school. We have been through a lot of things as giggling girls. She is my girl in arms, you could say - together we make a lot of trouble, without it being proper trouble. She is blonde, does not care very much about school - usually just texts with the boys on her mobile phone (Do you really say cellphone in English?). She shares a bit too much information with me about them, apparently she have kissed at least 10 guys! But who am I to gossip to a diary. She is my friend for life, though. I suppose I am the good side and she is the bad side, the yin to your yang and all that funny stuff. I call her Sus and I am the only one who is allowed to do that, she says. Others she will beat. She is too small to beat anyone but there you go. :)

Malene - Kind of an outsider girl, if you can be allowed to say that. Very quiet, but we brought her into our clique. She got such a great smile, when she finally moves that immovable mouth of hers. She is a closed book, but it feels great when she starts talking. I know she likes to hang out with us, because she comes around without us asking. I like having her there, she is kind of a calm object in the mist of chaos, you know? She got brown hair, like it matters. She is a bit tall and a bit chubby, but she looks great even though of that. I've seen the guys glare a bit at her, maybe because she is developing fast but also because she is such a mystery! She is very quiet in class but does all her homework. She knows a lot of stuff, as well! Come to think of it, I have never been in her house. I don't know a lot about her, at all and I have known her since kindergarten. Is that a bad thing?

These are the most important girls in my life at the moment. I will explain more, if they come into it! But it's saturday and nothing is going on! Might as well go to bed. Night, diary.